Rebuilding Zerrie

What Relationship

KLOE'S P.O.V.

I spat out the green mouthwash that was once perched on top shelf behind Zayn's bathroom mirror but was now almost empty in my hand. That was the third rinse and my breath still smelled like spoiled saliva, alcohol and the Tac O's I had for breakfast. It was disgusting. I decided to stop wasting his Listerine on something as hopeless as my breath.

My clothes were lying on the white-tiled floor and I was stripped down in my underwear. I grabbed Perrie's jeans and slipped into them. They were the perfect size around the waist but the hem crumpled to the floor. I folded the ends so I wouldn't trip on them. As I pulled on Zayn's Weekend Warrior shirt, I took a moment to drown in its aroma.

The hint of Loreal hair product. A bit of citrus-scented air freshener. Maybe some female perfume. Probably Perrie's.

"Holy crap," I whisper-shouted to the mirror once I saw my hair. Was it like that all morning? I finger combed my hair and tied it in a side braid. There was laughter coming from the other side of the door. What was going on? In curiosity, I checked on them.

Zayn was laughing. Zayn was actually laughing.

"What's so funny?" I had to ask, a smile growing on my face just seeing the three of them having fun together. Niall was literally rolling on the floor, holding his stomach laughing. Zayn had his eyes shut and tears were welling up. Harry was still laughing but had the capability of looking directly at me and speaking audibly.

Harry smiled at Niall and Zayn, who both toned down their laughter once they saw him. They both sat up straight as Harry stood up and approached me. Niall and Zayn were exchanging looks while Harry spoke. "Last night at the club," he began, "I saw this lass."

"Go on," I urged him, intrigued.

"Well, she was attractive but she looked really lonely," he continued. It sounded like a depressing story rather than a funny one. Why were they laughing at her misery? That was just wrong. I crossed my arms and cocked an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

"So, I thought," Harry went on, "Maybe I should go up to her and chat her up a little bit, maybe buy her a drink, so I did. It was unneeded since she was already pissed. I just didn't know how much." The two were snickering behind him but he ignored them as he explained it to me. "We went on the dance floor and she was really fun to talk to."

Harry looked at his feet and pursed his lips, trying so hard to hold in the burst of laughter as he said the next line. He turned his eyes to me but his head was still down. "Then, a slow song went up."

Oh gosh no.

I just remembered.

"She put her arms around me and told me she was a huge fan of the Beatles," he was smirking, "She must have had too much to drink because, next thing I knew--" He didn't get to say what I was most ashamed of because of the two lads making puking sounds behind him. I groaned as the three let out their laughter.

My hands covered my face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, clearly mortified. "I didn't even realize it was you! I was so drunk. I couldn't think straight. I'm so sorry!" Harry showed no sign of forgiveness yet no sign of anger either. I had a feeling I didn't need to apologize.

Harry grabbed my shoulder. "It's fine," he shook his head, "Really." But they kept laughing. Eventually, I caved in and laughed at myself.

When we finally settled down, I sat on the floor next to Niall. Zayn went right into the point. "Okay, we have less than a month before we leave for the tour. Our time is very limited." He sounded really determined. He must have really loved her. It brought a smile to my face seeing how much he cared for Perrie.